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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998-2000


Disclaimers:

This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any
specific person, living or dead.

Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This
does not mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever
performed any of them, or would perform them if given the opportunity.
(Nor does it mean that he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't).

This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions
it may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it
available for minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these
laws. Even if it isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids
anyway.

This chapter and the preceding fifty-three are available at
www.storiesonline.net


CHAPTER 54: MORE MARRIAGE MANIA, AND A SOCCER SHOCKER

The wedding party took a break eventually to eat. But of course a meal
at a Sacred Penis wedding turns into merely another way to celebrate
sex. Although we ate various foodstuffs for a while, soon there was
chocolate being smeared on people and licked off, followed by whipped
cream, then whipped cream being sprayed into cunts and assholes, then
strawberries being stuffed up vaginas.

Little Bit (who, I was learning, was quite an imaginative - and hot -
little babe) tried to create a chocolate sundae in her mother's pussy,
but Sharon objected. "Damn," she moaned, "have you ever had a frozen
clit?"

Wendy, who was always willing to try anything, and was still riding high
on the joy of finally being pregnant, came to the rescue, offering her
cunt as a receptacle for Little Bit's sundae, and suggesting that the
topping be changed to hot fudge to make it even more special

After having Reward ensure that no damage to sensitive tissues would
result from the hot fudge, I watched as Wendy held her pussy wide open
while Little Bit ladled in a scoop of ice cream and covered it with hot
fudge, whipped cream, and a highly-inappropriate-for-Wendy cherry.

When it was apparently complete, however, Little Bit's sister called
out, "What's a hot fudge sundae without nuts?"

Which Valley amended by adding, "Right, and a banana, too!"

Naturally, these suggestions met with general approval, especially from
Little Bit, who grabbed my cock and practically yanked it off in her
enthusiasm to add it to the melting mess in Wendy's crotch.

I laid myself down next to Wendy and leaned over her to allow my nuts
and banana to be laid atop the sundae. I wanted to point out that
bananas are not a necessary complement to hot fudge - as they are to
banana splits - but I was afraid of where Elizabeth might go with the
term "banana split".

With the final ingredients added, Elizabeth got busy. Eschewing
implements, she stuck her face right into the mess, digging into the ice
cream and occasionally raising her chocolate-covered face enough to suck
my balls and cock with her cold mouth. It really wasn't the most erotic
situation, nor was the blowjob particularly good (though the
chocolate-covered tongue felt nice), but eventually I came, adding more
goo to Little Bit's face and to the mess in Wendy's cunt. Little Bit
immediately returned to the "bowl" and slurped up the last of the
mixture.

When she was done, Sharon suggested she wash her face, but there were
numerous volunteers to take care of the job for her. Cassie and Valley
got most of the mess off Little Bit while Wendy licked my dick clean,
though towels and washcloths were required to get the last traces. The
floor was another matter, and I was glad we had the Reward Carpet
Cleaning Service on our side.

After this interlude, we spent most of the rest of the afternoon in more
mundane types of sucking and fucking. The only slightly unusual factor
was that I allowed the women to take turns having cocks so that they
could fuck each other when I was busy.

Valley and Cassie particularly got into it, with Valley fucking Cassie
several times. When they collapsed exhausted after their third or fourth
(I was much too busy with Wendy and Sharon and Little Bit to be
counting), Cassie sighed, "God, this is the best of both worlds - being
fucked by a woman." Valley replied, "No, the best of both worlds is
being a woman and fucking a woman."

It was a conversation that I found offensively sexist, but I let it
pass.

In early evening we took another break, sending out for pizza and
settling down to watch a movie.

Elizabeth insisted on sitting on my lap during the movie, and several
times I had to forestall her efforts to surreptitiously slide my cock
into her cunt. I could see that between Little Bit and her mother, the
pressure was going to build - what I didn't realize was that they had
allies. But that's a matter that came up a bit later.

While we were eating (when not being part of a sundae), and through the
movie (when not distracted by Elizabeth's attempts at seduction), I was
thinking about the Church of the Sacred Penis. It was originally just
something I had made up as a vehicle for getting married, but the more I
thought of it, the more I saw it as an opportunity to have some fun.

The main things a successful religion needs, I decided, are some good
rituals and a point of theology that differentiates them from the
competition. We already had some good marriage rituals, I thought, and I
figured I could come up with some more as I went along. As for theology,
I worked up a little something, and then thought of rituals that I could
relate to theology.

Motioning for the attention of my flock, I told them, "As you may know,
the Catholic Church says that statements from the Pope are infallible
when he speaks from his throne - ex cathedra, as they call it." They
nodded, even Wendy.

"However, as we Penisites know, sex is truth, and therefore only those
theological pronouncements made while your leader's Sacred Penis is
lodged in his wife's pussy are infallibly true." They nodded again,
showing complete understanding - Reward had told them that they had
always known this.

"Sharon," I said, motioning her to lie in front of me, "open your pussy
- I need to reveal the basic theological truths of our religion."

Everybody looked thoroughly impressed as Sharon lay in front of me, her
legs spread and her pussy open, awaiting Truth. But I decided it would
be easier to speak if I were sitting on the couch.

"When the leader speaks to you after mounting his wife - what we call
Sermons While Mounted -" they accepted this straight-faced, "it is your
duty as Penisites to accept the truth of every word." They nodded again
as I signaled for Sharon to get in doggy position, while I sat on the
edge of the couch and entered her.

When she was slowly moving back and forth, I began speaking again. "Just
about every religion," I began portentously, "has some concept similar
to grace - the means by which we achieve salvation. It is only the
Church of the Sacred Penis that knows that sperm is grace. The substance
that brings us life, is also the means of sanctification and salvation."

All eyes in the room were watching me raptly. As I paused, there was no
sound except the squishing of my cock as it slowly fucked Sharon. "Women
of course do not have sperm," I went on. "Women sanctify themselves by
receiving sperm from men. Therefore the central motivation of women's
lives must be the seeking of sperm. In seeking sperm, you are seeking
sanctification."

I noticed that the other women were looking a bit wistfully at Sharon,
each wishing that it were she who was about to be blessed. "The more
sperm a woman receives," I said, "and the more ways she receives it, the
closer she is to salvation."

Sharon was pushing back against me faster now and murmured, "Oh god,
that's good - fuck me harder."

"It is right that Sharon addressed me as 'god' just now," I said,
"because men are semi-divine, having been endowed by the Father with
sperm." I got not a word of protest to this outrageous statement. "But a
man can lose his status by not sharing his sperm. This is," I noted
sternly, "in God's eyes, an act of unbelievable cruelty."

"What Sharon said," I went on, "is the most sincere form of prayer -
much better than the rote words used by other religions. Sharon's
current position, bowing down to receive the Sacred Penis in her pussy
or ass, is one of the preferred praying positions. Another is lying on
your back and opening your pussy to the heavens. A third is similar to
that of other religions - on your knees with hands clasped.  But their
hands are as empty as their religion itself - we know that your hands
should be clasped around the Sacred Penis."

As I felt my sperm rising under the pressure from Sharon's fucking, I
concluded hastily with, "I consider it my duty as leader of this Church,
to put as much sperm as possible into women - especially my wives." This
pronouncement was received with grateful smiles at my generosity. I then
gave an example of this generosity by shooting some grace into Sharon's
cunt.

After my Sermon, we settled down to some low-intensity sex, mostly
cuddling and nuzzling. By this time, everybody was winding down after a
long day of fucking.

It was while I was lying on the floor, my head in Sharon's lap, with
Elizabeth nibbling on my ear and Wendy nibbling on my cock, that Val
asked me the question.

"Tom, I want to marry Cassie," she said. "Is it okay with you?"

Sharon went rigid with horror, but I stopped her before she was able to
say anything. "Val," I said reasonably, "in case you haven't noticed,
you're both female. And Cassie's married to me."

"So?" Val replied equally reasonably. "You can supply us with cocks
whenever we need one ('How do you do that?' She added in an aside). And
you have several wives - why can't Cassie be married twice? But besides
that, what counts is - we love each other." Cassie nodded
enthusiastically.

I looked at Sharon - the last sentence had melted her resistance
somewhat. Val saw her opportunity and pressed it. "Tell you what," she
bargained, "I know you don't want to lose Cassie, but there's no need to
- you marry me, I marry Cassie."

"So you'll be my wife and her husband?" I smiled.

She laughed. "Something like that." She reflected. "Really not a bad
arrangement for a bisexual."

Again I looked at Sharon. She nodded. "If it makes Cassie happy . . . ."
she said.

It made Cassie ecstatic. "I'll have two husbands, and one of them's a
woman," she giggled. "How cool!"

What I hadn't figured into the equation, and what even Sharon missed at
first, was that, while Cassie was happy, Elizabeth was even angrier than
she'd been before. When Sharon caught on, I got an earful in bed that
night (a Penisite male's semi-divine status does not protect him from
the same harassment accorded to husbands by wives of less enlightened
faiths).

Again, Sharon wouldn't let me sleep with Valley because we weren't
married, nor would she let Valley sleep with Cassie - which I thought
was a little strange, since they had made love all afternoon on the
living room floor. It was one of those issues that don't yield to logic,
because they aren't based on logic, and since I didn't much care about
it anyway, I ignored it. I slept with Sharon, Cassie, and Wendy, while
Valley slept with Elizabeth (which raised some more questions, which I
pretended not to see).

Meanwhile, I instructed Reward to get busy on a redesign of the house
and furniture - it was obvious we needed a much bigger bed.

And so, the next day, we went through the whole thing again, only
double. Really not much difference, except that Little Bit pouted
through the whole day and, instead of trying to seduce me as she'd done
the day before, she pointedly ignored me. But more about that later.

It had been a pretty busy weekend for me - getting married twice more,
marrying off my stepdaughter to her lesbian lover, founding a new
religion ... and that was only in one of my lives - there were things
going on elsewhere, as well.

I also attended a soccer game that weekend.  Thomas's team, the
Heatwave, continued to progress, and won another game, 2-1.  There was
nothing particularly important about the game - Thomas played well, his
friend Brandon Liggett scored the winning goal on a very nice pass from
Thomas - but nothing unusual happened.

Or rather, nothing happened that I noticed. As usual at these games, I
met up with Brandon's older sister, Natalie, who gave me a great blowjob
at halftime. After the blowjob and before our weekly fuck, we talked a
bit. Natalie filled me in on ASU's women's soccer team (it appeared to
be going nowhere, and Natalie was regretting not having gone out of
state to one of the more successful programs - she'd been offered a
scholarship to Notre Dame), and I asked her how her other brother,
Jason, was doing with his new girlfriend, Mandy.

At the mention of Mandy, Natalie's face lit up. The Liggett family
believed in sharing, as I may have mentioned before, and Mandy, as I
knew, had a lot to share. "My god, that is one hot little bitch!" she
exclaimed. "The other day she came into my room," she smiled at the
memory, "she'd just finished fucking Jason into a coma, and she came in
and said, 'Your damn brother just passed out on me and my pussy's still
hot.' And she just laid down on my bed and spread her legs and pulled
open her pussy for me."

Natalie laughed. "She knew I couldn't resist, and I didn't - I just
hopped on the bed and we sixty-nined for like an hour, until she had to
leave for cheerleader practice. I talked to Jason later, and I was
kidding him about passing out, and he said he had fucked her four times.
Geez," she shook her head respectfully, "that girl can do it."

I filled Natalie in with a Mandy story of my own, and then we acted it
out, Natalie ending up spread-eagled on the grass of the soccer
sidelines, just as Mandy had been on the football sidelines on our first
meeting, while I pounded down into her tight little cunt.

Looking back, there was a certain nervousness about Natalie that day,
and it seemed like there was something she wanted to tell me. But I was
focused on the game, except when I was focused on Natalie's charms, and
paid it no attention. I saw it in particular when the game ended and
Thomas asked me if it was okay if he went home with Brandon. I asked
Natalie if she minded, and for just a second there was a hesitation,
before she said, "No, of course not."

Had I been more attentive, I would have picked up on these signals at
the time. But, as usual, I wasn't. I merely double-checked with Thomas
to make sure his homework was done, then told him I'd have his sister
pick him up at 6PM. I enjoyed making Sarah pick up Thomas when he was at
the Liggett's, because I hoped she'd run into her old boyfriend, Jason.
Or better yet, Mandy. As I've admitted before, I have a nasty streak.

It was the following Wednesday that I found out what was bothering
Natalie. Thomas had had soccer practice that afternoon and had gone home
afterward with Brandon. Sarah wasn't around, so I drove the couple
blocks over to the Liggett's to pick him up.

Natalie answered the door, looking hot in cutoff jeans that showed her
tanned, well-muscled legs, and a cut-off t-shirt that showed her equally
tanned, equally well-muscled belly. I was just thinking about having a
quickie, when I saw again a look of concern in her face. This time, I
asked if there was something wrong.

After a momentary hesitation, she nodded, and led me into the house and
up the stairs to her room (I wondered briefly if her parents were home,
or if Reward was keeping them out of sight), then hesitated again before
speaking. "Tom, I don't know how to tell you this - I've been trying to
get my courage up for the last couple weeks - it's that . . . ." Her
voice trailed off.

I waited while she stammered a bit more, then took a deep breath and
said, "You know you told me you didn't want me fucking Thomas?"

I nodded. I was a bit shocked. Don't tell me she's - I started thinking
to myself. But then I stopped; she couldn't, I remembered, because she
can't disobey me. And besides, I mentally added, I had put Thomas on a
no-girls diet after he knocked up Cassie.

Natalie waited while I thought things through, then went on, "I don't
know how to tell you, so . . . ."

She led me down the hallway, pausing at another door, before throwing it
open. There was Thomas, his pants down, his cock in Brandon's mouth.

I think I'll stick with understatement, and just tell you I was stunned.

As soon as my brain was functioning again, my first thought was that I
had fucked up again. I had put girls off-limits for a boy who had had
his sexual batteries fully charged, so to speak, by Natalie, by Cassie,
by the environment he was living in. Suddenly I remembered the football
game at which Thomas had stared wide-eyed as the quarterback buttfucked
the center - had I wiped his memory clean after that?  I couldn't
remember, and I didn't care.

Okay, before we go much further, let's deal with the political
correctness aspects of this situation: I readily admit that my reaction
was decidedly un-pc, which surprised me to some extent. I've always
considered myself rather enlightened in regards to sexual orientation -
in the ad biz, an easy-going attitude is pretty much required. But up to
now it was mostly theoretical - this was my son. All previous opinions
on any subject are null and void as soon as the subject touches my
family.

If I had not had Reward, what would have been my reaction? Don't know.
Initial shock, no doubt. Then, having no alternative, I'd probably have
overcome my shock and learned to deal with the situation.

But I do have Reward, and so my reaction was quick and to the point - I
had Thomas immediately transported home, all memory of his liaison with
Brandon erased, and all traces of homosexuality expunged from his
system. I didn't care if he immediately started fucking every
fourteen-year-old girl within five miles - in fact, I considered having
Reward start lining them up.

Natalie was afraid that I might be angry with her, Brandon, or her
family in general. She didn't know about Reward, but was well aware that
I had some kind of powers - having had a taste at our first meeting. I
reassured her that any blame was mine, and left. A measure of how shook
up I was, is that I had stopped noticing Natalie's gorgeous legs and
tight little butt. When was the last time that had happened?

I drove home slowly, questioning everything I had done since getting
Reward, and wondering what I should do next.

As usual on such occasions, I sought advice from Beth. However far out
her activities were getting, she always had a levelheaded (if cynical)
view of my problems. This time was no exception.

I filled her in on the weekend's activities, finishing with my musings
that I'd have Reward clone the entire teenaged female population of
metro Phoenix and line them up outside Thomas's bedroom. Alternatively,
I proposed sending Thomas to the Mallory Empire and declaring him
Assistant Great One.

"Let me get this straight," Beth said, "if you'll forgive the pun. You
approve a marriage between two lesbians, one of them your step-daughter,
both of them your wives, but you get all bent out of shape because your
son is doing a little experimentation with his soccer buddy. Have I got
it right?"

"Well," I began weakly, forced to smile, "if you put it like that . . .
"

"Is there another way to put it?" she asked. "Come on, Tom, lighten up.
By the way," she added, switching subjects, "I think Sharon and the kid
- whatshername, Elizabeth - they're going to nail you pretty soon. I
know how weak you are, and if you have one weakness that's greater than
the others, it's little girls. I figure you'll be in her pussy by
Thanksgiving. Hell, you'll probably knock her up as a Christmas
present."

I protested, laughing, and we chatted on, and as we did I slowly came
around to her view about Thomas; talking with Beth usually allowed me to
see things from a more relaxed perspective.

Beth, as you would expect, loved the idea of the Church of the Sacred
Penis and immediately began creating her own version, the Church of the
Holy Clit. There were important differences, of course. In her church,
men can be saved only by lapping up pussy juice.

As we talked it over, she warmed to the subject, declaring herself the
Blessed Mother and calling her followers the Blessed Motherfuckers.
Also, given her proclivities, you'll not be surprised to learn that one
of her first priorities was using her dungeon to set up an Inquisition.

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